, 1887-12-25
And thy NdUken lover, dearie,
All the pain of waiting know:
Waiting, longing, with their woe"

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''And thy NdLOken lover, dearie,
All the pain of waiting know:
Waiting, longing, with their woe"
Oh, how that old violin kept accompani-
ment! If ever, Pott was now inspired,
and for the once became a Paganini. The
violin led, rather than followed. The last
line was given in a weird, sad minor.
When his last note was hushed, the song
stress. who was certainly nearing the
musician, seemed to listen and wait, as if
to tease and test the performer. He
promptly repeated the melody of the last
three lines, giving. it the richest and
sweetest Of %coloring. Then, and but u
few rods distant, as if in n spirit of wanton
witch-ry, the maiden thrice began
darling, by"
while Pott, gallant and true, each time
instantly caught and voiced the music,
and then as deferentially waited when it
ceased
With a burst of such melody as Pott
thought he had never heard equaled, the
stanza was finished:
Darling, by our tEoth-plight given,
oh, be rs true as L TO thee !
save the sweetest kiss for me I"
and the Professor followed at the conclu-
sion with an improvised refrain, which
filled and flooded hat Minnesota autumn
evening with rarer music than it had ever
before known.
Pott head laid 50 near to the loved
instrument, and he closed the improyisa-
ton with such a flourish, that he was
startled when he looked up and discovered
the mysterious songstress beside him, but
he withdrew his hat, with a respectful
Evening, ma'aml" following this with a
rap OF the bow on Joe's nose and the in
junction, Mind your manners, sir!"
Joe arose upon his launches, ducked
his head to the little lady and awaited fur.
ther orders.
The moonlight falling upon the beauti
ful girl showed her standing there with
arms akimbo, i~ntently regarding first the
Professor and her the dog.
"I on bent one o hus, is yea Rom.
CHAIR Wipsy man companion) she asked,
c%uriously.
"A-a-,ohat, MIAMI" asked Pott,
twirling his hat coniusedly.
"a pilgrim" This rather stolidly from
the girl.
might call US pilgrims-Joe and l."
Where be your-your friends2"
well, lady" the Professor was getting
into deep water-"well, Joe there is my
friend; and I'm Joa's friendl'
Hasn't ye others?'
mo, lady"
Not on Yearth?'
Not onel'
No friends on yearthl n you maxim
that 'eavenly music? Wy, m you's IN
hard luck, surel'
Hard luck, lady? All broke upl Ell,
Joe?"
Joe admitted it as plainly as dog could.
She walked straight up to Pott, took
his ragged hat from his hand, placed it
kindly on his head and said:
"Might-might | beg you boldly to
make that music AGAIN.
Yes, yes; n thousand times, ladyl'
Then the Professor put his very soul into
the work; played the melody from begin
ming to end, never missing q note; and
fingered lovingly over the improvised re-
frain. When he had finished he saw that
her hands were clasped tightly across her
bosom, and that she was weeping bitterly.
"Mizella, rdchtie!' called a rough,
kindly voice from just over the gate; ''oh,
,Zella, ha' ma ye better come long wi
Boab? Bring the fiddler teller, if We
loikes."
"Ay, ay, Bob Stanley. The music was
Then turning to Pott, she said: Come
Anyhows yell find a sup n a bite DER
yon wi hus.
The girl had been to the stream for a
bucket of water. Bob Stanley took it up
and chatting merrily enough, led the party
over the old road through dense woods
for q short distance, when, on rounding n
heavy clump of oak saplings, they came
suddenly on a large Gypsy camp.
Professor Pott and faithful Joe had
reason to thank the good city marshal of
Sank Center that night.
No sooner had they been brought into
camp than Bob Stanley, with broad grins
and much gesture, in a few ROnldny
words told the Gipsies all he knew of the
wandering musician and his wonderful
dog; and then these simple people crowd
ed around Pott in scores. while he gave
them the best music he could produce,
urged on by delighted applause and CRATE
tul incense Of steaming pots swinging
above cracking fires; while Joe, in has
happiest vein, did his finest tricks and
passed the hat 50 wisely that, amid roars
of laughter, it was fairly filed with pen
MES.
Shortly Bob, the grinder, came and
conducted the Professor and Joe to his
" rude tent, where a drop of liquor and
a smoking supper were in waiting.
How that hungry, foot-sore wanderer
ate; how Joe ate; and how they both felt
and looked their thanks; no pen can de-
scribe. But Bob grinned and grinned,
and member after member of the camp
came stealthily up, looked on the picture
of sudden bliss, and silently stole away to
reioin their companions and indulge in
the most absurd pantominc and hilarious
laughter.
After the Professor and Joe had finish.
ed, nothing would satisfy the Gipsies but
more music-music wild and heroic, mus
ic registering and bacchanalian; and then
a dance; aye, a dance such as they had
not had since they left old Yorkshire
Old and Young joined, and never in all
Potts theatrical experience, even in
grandest spectacular, had he seen or i'm
agined ANYTHING equsling the earnest 10y
BUSINESS and the wild abandon of these
tawny people, from haggish spde-oje to
rosy faced chduu1S, as they sped by him
in fantastic groupings, and never desist-
ed, until utterly exhausted, away into the
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